Larry whined at me, pawing me as I drifted in and out of consciousness. But I couldn't get a break, my brother wasn't playing ball. He needed to take a leak, and now so did I. Bleary eyed, I slung my legs out of bed and heard a crash.
Shit.
My laptop spun across the hardwood floor, careering against the windows. That noise did not sound good. As I stumbled towards the site of destruction, I caught a glimpse of the time and I wondered whether my alarm clock had become faulty over night. Because I read 12:31 and judging by the sunshine streaming in, I made a wild guess that it didn't mean thirty one minutes past midnight. How was that even possible?
I'd never slept this long. Not since I was a kid. Maybe not even then.
And that's when I remembered the drunken conversation last night, wit
